Fu Yu's expression remained indifferent, seemingly unaware of her disciple's overstepping of boundaries.
Holding the medicine bottle, she considered whether or not to apply the medicine to Ming Teng.
Ming Teng clenched his fingers, his body already covered in a thin layer of sweat from the constantly bleeding wounds.
This time, I touched my master's cold fingertips.
I broke out in even more cold sweat on my lower abdomen.
"Then you'll have to bear with it."
Fu Yu casually pulled open Ming Teng's shirt, revealing his strong muscles, fair skin, and a dark red wound on his chest.
Fu Yu narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze slowly moving downwards along Ming Teng's collarbone.
His narrow waist was bulging with eight-pack abs, which rose and fell slightly with the rhythm of his breathing.
A dense layer of cold sweat gathered on his lower abdomen, soaking his black pants.
She is truly a rare and exquisite golden snake.
Sensing Fu Yu's gaze, Ming Teng felt an unusual emotion arise within him for the first time.
He licked his bloodless lips.
"Master, is my body ugly?"
"I am a demon, and I am not very talented. It took me 400 years to learn how to transform into human form. This body is the result of my hard work in cultivating it."
"I am certainly no match for the male immortals of the celestial realm. I am afraid my body would offend your eyes, Master."
After saying that, he lowered his eyes slightly, like a fragile and helpless young animal.
"Don't underestimate yourself. Your figure is the most beautiful I've ever seen."
Fu Yu melted the ointment on her fingertips and applied it little by little to Ming Teng's wound.
Ming Teng frowned, a sinister glint flashing across his handsome face.
Master, have you seen the bodies of other male immortals?
That's right. They are fellow cultivators who spend every day together, cultivating together, undergoing tribulations and ascending to immortality together, and descending the mountain together to subdue demons and monsters.
Before he met his master, his master must have been with other men...
Ming Teng's vertical pupils lit up, his phoenix eyes narrowed into slits, radiating arrogant malice.
No.
He could let bygones be bygones, but from now on, his master could only look after his body.
If any male immortal dares to flirt in front of his master.
He will definitely eliminate the threat completely and prevent any future problems.
Fu Yu bent down, leaned close to him, and carefully applied ointment to his wound.
Even when faced with a strong, muscular man right in front of her, she remained detached from worldly desires, her heart as still as water.
Without blushing or skipping a beat.
Ming Teng's thin lips curved slightly, and a shrewd glint flashed in his eyes.
Just as Fu Yu's fingertips touched his wound again, Ming Teng gasped, tilted his head back, and let out a soft cry.
With a lingering, unbearable panting.
It's alluring without being obvious.
"Master, it hurts so much!"
"If Master could blow on it for me, I wouldn't feel pain anymore."
Fu Yu's eyes were indifferent as she observed the wound intently, as if trying to determine the truthfulness of Ming Teng's words.
"It's alright if Master doesn't want to, just bear with it and it will pass."
Ming Teng lowered his Adam's apple and feigned fear, saying, "Master is so good to me, I am already very satisfied."
"Your disciple is merely a lowly demon..."
"Alright, you are now my disciple. Regardless of your background, you are now a member of the Heavenly Palace, and a member of my, Fu Yu's, household."
The master's people.
He is Master's man...
Before Ming Teng could even raise a smile, Fu Yu had already straddled his lap, gently blowing on his wound while applying medicine.
Ming Teng's Adam's apple bobbed rapidly, and his hands, which were supporting him behind his back, gripped the bedding tightly.
My mind went completely blank.
The master seemed completely unaware of just how dangerous the disciple that her master had forced upon her was.
Ming Teng was different from the male immortals in the Heavenly Palace who were law-abiding, gentle, frugal, and self-disciplined.
He was unorthodox, treacherous, and cruel by nature, never taking the rules and principles of this world seriously.
He has no desire to be his master's disciple now.
He only wanted to be his master's man.
After applying the medicine, Fu Yu's sleeves were stained with a lot of ointment and blood.
Ming Teng's eyes were filled with desire as he looked down at the small stain.
"It's all my fault, Master. I've soiled your white robe. If you don't mind, I'll wash it clean for you right away."
For him, washing his master's clothes was a rare and precious reward.
The thought of washing Fu Yu's clothes with his own hands made Ming Teng's blood boil.
Unlike other golden snakes with their long mating seasons, Ming Teng has never experienced the moment when emotions triumph over reason, as his ancestors had described.
But now, he finally understands the feeling of being infatuated and having his heart pounding when his ancestors talked about it.
"Laundry?"
Fu Yu gave him a strange look.
"There's a fairy here who's in charge of washing clothes, Ah Xue..."
As Fu Yu softly called out, Fairy Xue, whose true form was a soapberry, appeared beside Fu Yu.
Fu Yu took off her dirty outer clothes and changed them where Ming Teng couldn't see her.
Ming Teng looked very unhappy, wishing he could poke two holes in Ah Xue with his eyes.
Ah Xue naturally sensed the hostility from Ming Teng. She glared at Ming Teng with her dark eyes, then timidly hid in Fu Yu's arms.
"Immortal Lord, your new disciple is terrifying."
Fu Yu fastened his belt and patted Ah Xue's hair.
"He just looks a bit fierce, but he's not a bad person at heart, right, Ming Teng?"
Ming Teng's expression changed, and he put on a well-behaved and sensible smile.
He looked at Ah Xue, full of apology, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm naturally cold-faced, and I didn't mean to offend you, fairy."
"I will definitely change my bad habits in the future and serve my master well with the fairy."
Hehehe.
Ah Xue almost vomited the elixir she ate that morning.
This dead green tea has an even stronger flavor than Longjing tea from Suzhou and Hangzhou.
Ah Xue left with her soiled clothes.
Fu Yu picked up the elixir bottle from the table and was about to go out.
"Master."
Ming Teng coughed a few times.
The sound of coughing was muffled by the palm of his hand, creating a dull, fragile, and humble feeling.
"I'm going to find Ningguang. You get some rest."
"Master..."
Ming Teng propped himself up and got out of bed. "Why did Master go to see that... Senior Brother..."
“If Master has any urgent matters, I can help Master handle them.”
"I handled the cleanup all by myself. Don't worry, if Master blames me, I will take all the blame and say that I did it all by myself."
"After all, Master was avenging his disciple. Disciple promises not to bring trouble upon Master..."
“Ming Teng”.
Fu Yu calmly interrupted Ming Teng's increasingly rapid speech.
"Ming Teng, don't hurt yourself anymore."
“Ningguang was once my disciple, and I know his techniques best.”
"Whether he did it or not, I can tell at a glance."
Fu Yu pointed at Ming Teng's wound without changing his expression, his indifferent demeanor a stark contrast to the smiling face he had shown in front of A Xue earlier.
Those clear eyes saw through Ming Teng's scheme the moment they saw his wound.
Meanwhile, Ming Teng continued his clumsy performance, thinking he could deceive everyone.
Ming Teng's face flushed red instantly.
It wasn't shame, embarrassment, or nervousness.
Instead, it was excitement, agitation, and a morbid state.
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